Good food is like a religious experience to us. It makes us feel happy, hopeful and if done correctly, more than a little bit guilty.
By those standards, Cane Rosso (pronounced KAH-nay Roh-so) should file for 501(c)(3) tax-exempt status and start buying pews.
This is not just some of the best pizza we’ve ever had in Dallas, it’s some of the best pizza ever.
Now, we often speak in hyperbole in our reviews (and it’s always true), but this time it’s really, really, really true. And better yet, it’s one of the oddest concepts we’ve seen.
Cane Rosso is kind of the Batman of pizza joints. By day, in its Bruce Wayne form, it’s Chocolate Angel Too, a quaint café and tea room. Then, as darkness falls and the Pizza Signal lights up the night sky, owner Jay Jerrier pulls up with his wood-burning-oven on a trailer and starts baking for anxious citizens.
Not only can they haul the portable clay oven to your house for a private event, it definitely makes for a very convenient way to turn a restaurant that’s closed at night into a dining hot-spot for North Dallas.
The space itself is a little too bright and sanitized (thankfully, they hide the doilies until after closing) and it doesn’t quite match up to the vibe of what’s being served from Cane Rosso, but the odd location is half the charm.
The other half, which is really 99% (we were always bad at math), is all in the authentic flavor combinations and quality of the ingredients.
Cane Rosso is certified by the Associazone Verace Pizza Napoletana, the official governing body over all those who create truly authentic Neapolitan style pizzas. (We guess it’s like the Vatican if the Pope wore a crazy hat and made proclamations about same-sex pizzas and birth control.)
Best of all, there’s no Pepperoni. No “Meat Lovers” special. And absolutely no Ranch Dressing for dipping. (Actually, that last one makes us sad. Ranch makes everything better. But seriously, here we were able to sacrifice creaminess for the greater good.)
The Motorino (Sausage, Broccolini, Chiles, Garlic and Extra-Virgin Olive Oil) is divine, but it’s the Paulie Gee that had us fighting over the last slice. Topped with Fior di Latte (that’s delicious, hand-pulled fresh Mozzarella made in-house), Caramelized Onions, Hand-crushed San Marzano Tomatoes, Soppresata Picante (think Pepperoni on an entirely different level), Chiles and Basil. OMP. (Yes, the “G” has been replaced with Pizzaiolo).
And for the record, that char on the crust is supposed to be there so don’t send it back. Nothing worse than being an ignorant American in America!
All their pies are baked at 900 degrees and take only about two minutes to cook, which leaves you plenty of time for a S’mores Calzone. Pizza Dough filled with decadent Chocolate, Marshmallow and Caramelized Sugar? Jenny Craig is now spinning in her grave. If she’s real, that is. And, well, if she’s dead.
For now, the guerilla restaurant is only open Thursday through Saturday from 5:00 p.m. until they run out of dough. (And yes, it happens.) Last Saturday, they were out of pizzas by 8:00 p.m., so Early Bird it and get there before the crowd.
And on Thursday nights, they donate a portion of proceeds to a designated charity, so get your organization on the schedule!
The only thing that makes us happier than good food is free booze. Though technically not free, it is BYO, so grab a bottle of Chianti and look for us up in the clouds because we have dined and gone to heaven.
11909 Preston Road, Dallas
(NW Corner of Preston and Forest Lane)